“Ah! They are simple people. They did not believe I would come willingly.
“They were at the theatre three times. Twice they really meant to ask me, but did not dare. The child grew worse. Then they took me.”
“And the falcon—”
“It escaped that night. They told me.”
“And it was the falcon that led us to you,” said Merry. It was her turn to take up the story.
That day a doctor was called. He pronounced the gypsy child out of danger.
“Doctor,” said Merry, looking earnestly into his eyes, “did she truly help?” She threw a glance at Petite Jeanne.
“Without a shadow of doubt.” Here was an understanding doctor. “She helped the mother and father to be cheerful and hopeful. This spirit was imparted to the child. Nothing could have helped her more.”
“Then,” said Merry, “I am glad.”
That afternoon the three men, who had slept the morning through in the back of Weston’s truck, drove Jeanne and Merry to the nearby village where they caught a train to the city.